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It's a tense home that Mitt has lived in for the past months, full of quiet terse words and wrinkles of worry and ill-temper creeping along his dad's forehead. Milda's face has gone sad, her dimple slowly disappearing into a crease of stress.

Mitt tries to make her laugh, when he can, but it doesn't work for very long and mostly he is just quiet and tries not to get in the way.

Not long after the bull is sold, his dad leaves for the City--Holand, on the hill, shoulders broad and tense and angry as he spits in the dike on his way away.

And Mitt reaches up to his mother, and looks up at her as she grabs his hand a little desperately.

"I guess we've just ourselves for company, now," she tells him, with attempted lightheartedness.

"We make good good company, we do," he tells her, seriously.

It makes her smile for a bit, so he counts that as maybe a good day.

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Mitt (or Al, or Ham) son of Al (or Mitt, or Ham)

December 2009

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